A Mother's Collection: Tissues, Bones, And Blood (Second) Poem by Almedia Knight-Oliver
A Mother's Collection: Tissues, Bones, And Blood (Second)
"Mother You have A Baby Boy" while laying
Seven pounds of flesh on my throbbing
heart, tears streaming down my face, drops
falling on his light brown hair, and the crease
I pleaded to her to put him back in his warm home- but she
couldn't do that. I swallow and digested hope, and wrapped
my tissues, bones, and blood in tenderness, and nursed the sweet
fruit of my womb.
Oh how delightful it was watching him suckle-feeding my
warm milk as my frighten heartbeat lulled him to sleep.
"Big Mike" your childhood holds plenty of memorable moments-
Klutz is one-
Look mommy. I ripped my pants. I was chasing my friend.
Look mommy. I bruised my knee. I was running from a bee.
And adog was hungry and the seat of my pants was his meat.
It seems like yesterday I held you in my trembling arm not knowing
what the future held for the three-but look at you now, with all those
drumbeats you heard, you chose to ignore most, and marched to your
own beat and your father saying "he walks right on the edge"
Big Mike, although children can't choose their parents but,
I'm glad you appreciate the choice I made.
You're a man now and today is your special day.
some scores that I won't say-heck who's keeping score,
enjoy your special day!
You're like a bottle of vintage wine and I the wine maker.
Now my dear you're aged...Go! Soar in the distance sky.
Mommy's love clinging to your wings and hearing the wind
whispering son I love you!
11/29/10 edited.comments may not correspond to the original version
Happy Birthday, Son
September 25,2006
Happy birthday, son
September 25,2018
Elmedia, this second piece is so emotive and I had to blink back tears. The use of the title is such beautiful imagery. His way of getting you to look is so cute. The last stanza is amazing.... 10 Karin Anderson
The power of a mothers love...Brilliant write! Well done: D
Inspite of Mike grew young, ‘…Now my dear, you’re on your own. GO! Soar toward the sky, keeping your spirit high….’ The propelling force is words of MOM…’ The warm air that blows in your ears is mommy whispering “son I love you and will always be a current of air underneath your wings.’…it’s the magic Vox of Mom’s vibeutterance… Extraordinary passionate poem of a MOM Enjoyed in length 10+++ Ms. Nivedita UK
'You're a vintage wine and I the winemaker'. There are a multitude of understandings here. Well penned.
GO! Soar toward the sky, keeping your spirit high. The warm air that blows in your ears is mommy whispering “son I love you and will always be a current of air underneath your wings. the second is amzing poem too! you exteriorized your wisdom in this work... I loved it very much! such feelings must be written to sense it more and more and to make it ETERNAL... 10 for your Wise Advices and for the deep feelings...
forming a little salty pool in the crease of his neck. I wanted to yell out “Put him back in his safe home”. But knowing that was not possible, I had to nurture this fruit from my womb. a person has to undergo two unbearable pains in the lie time... one is death and second is pregnancy.. woman has to pass both and where as manhas to pass only one.. this makes mother's position unique....10 i loved it in its depth... read mine mom i miss u..i cry even today
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I would like to translate this poem
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Loved reading this! Thanks, roshni.